Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a studio
And while he was reciting some to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the of this song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and
Who helped me how to beat the devil

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music row
And I was lookin' for a to get myself out of the cold
To the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

My thirsty whiskey, my hungry needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard eagle scream
So a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped a bar

Actually, I you'd could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and on the floor
shadows

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him checkin' me and my
An' he turned and said, "Come up boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't
To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's hear
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they about
Are they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and
Who were crucified for what tried to show
And their have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that no-one to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back when failure had me out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my on the floor
And was more than a state of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for
Then I his song

And you still can hear me to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the
But I've got to feed the hunger in my
And if I never have a nickle, I won't die ashamed
I don't believe that no-one wants to know